[He manages a small smile past the nausea and the racing of his hearts. He means it. Really.]
Yeah...I hate the sea. Well, everything except the breeze. Sometimes I go down to the boardwalk so I can enjoy the air without getting anywhere near the beach.
[He really, really wishes he was on a dock right now, can you tell?]
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[He manages a small smile past the nausea and the racing of his hearts. He means it. Really.]
Yeah...I hate the sea. Well, everything except the breeze. Sometimes I go down to the boardwalk so I can enjoy the air without getting anywhere near the beach.
[He really, really wishes he was on a dock right now, can you tell?]
You can call me Eight, by the way.